that's a wrap.

I've dreamt of being a bestselling author with hundreds of titles to my name.

I've dreamt of being the next Steven Spielberg and having a mantel filled with Oscars, Emmys, and Golden Globes.

I've dreamt of being so many things and like so many people that in the process I think I forgot who I was in real life.

So today I came to a realization... dreams aren't good enough.

For so long I thought I had my entire life figured out. I thought I knew what I was going to do and I certainly acted like I had it all together. But the truth is, I was living so far into my fantasy world that when reality it, it really hit like a ton of bricks.

I've been so lost and confused recently. Just begging for a sign that things were going to be okay.

And today I think I finally got it.

So, just in case we've never really met, here's the lowdown...

I'm Jenni and I love to tell stories. Sometimes they're fictional novels or stupid little vlogs on the Internet. Other times they're poems hidden deep in my journal or photographs that end up posted on Instagram with 30 hashtags.

Stories are what I love and what I'm passionate about.

For the rest of my life I want to tell my stories and the stories of others. I want to take them and turn them into beautifully crafted books or short stories. I want to turn them into documentaries or films.

How much money will I make every year? No idea.

Will I always have enough to eat and pay my rent? I certainly hope so.